Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.